Turtle Poems - Poems about Turtle

where is the moon that used to guide me home to breed - gulls had no reply they too can't see sky above ~ smudged by human stamps of smog...

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The Ballad of the Endless Shell An Epic Poem of Turtles In the age when the world was newborn and bright, Before sword or sorrow or firelight, The Earth did stir with a breath so wide, And turtles rose from the ocean's tide. Old as mountains, calm as stone, They bore the sky on backs alone. With shells like shields from time and...

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Poetry Form: Limerick Sponsor: Joseph May Date: June 14, 2025 A crow on a wire watched me cry, He cawed at the clouds in the sky. “You break, then you mend, But the hurt doesn’t end— Just learn how to smile when you lie.”...

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Turtle is ancient, he speaks now and always for the indigenous who have lost their voices. By day, Turtle's form embellishes, he sits outside of a Chinese restaurant by the side of an ornamental pond. The traffic creates a dusty coat on his stone shell, yet his eyes are wide open, they capture past and future as the present cascades along. He remembers the...

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haiku : turtle dove turtle dove landed love sought crumbs on green grass dew ~ heart cracked so open ————- hiku : turtle dove //_________\\ t ...

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Did you know that Turtle soup, Is a favorite of the group? What a shame to taste so good, When you do as turtles should. Rabbits run a faster race, Turtles try to keep the pace, But they cannot match the speed, When a rabbit takes the lead. Rabbits too are tasty treats, When they pay for their defeats, But the turtles always face, Someone faster...

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The day the hour, The meat the shower, Show no oscillating octopus to an octagonal obelisk and eat a Greek tortilla upside down in a second. It is wiser to tread lightly in a miller’s abode. Round and round the turrets go those turtles so mind your footing for shells can be slippery really. When shopping for an...

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I. The night was as thick as melted asphalt when her prehistoric form emerged like a monument in the sand and each egg that descended spiked the air with the scent of birth, sweet, pungent, and female. Drunk with labor, she could not sense the mass of people that surrounded her, the eggs that slid through her rubbery body, or perhaps the knowledge that, in minutes, she would abandon...

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In the quiet of dawn, where the soft shadows play, Lives my dear sweet turtle dove, come what may. With feathers of grace and eyes full of light, You whisper me secrets when day turns to night. You coo in soft rhythms that dance through the air, A serenade woven...

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The big turtle of Galapagos. Turtles, in general, are not good at communicating with anyone, at least those odd figures who talk a lot and sometimes sing The big turtle of the Galapagos does remember when a big storm had blown over the world and many ships had run ashore on the island She had been ashore laying...

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Note: Tortoises are land-dwelling while turtles are aquatic She sat on the back of a turtle then said " Go Go Go !" While he on stumpy feet trumbled and humphed "you are mighty hefty !" he configured. She guided him to the water then said "Go...

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love's roost ~ coos woo, snuggly gloves ~ doves...

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In tranquil depths, the sea turtle glides, Ancient traveler where the ocean hides. With a shell like armor, so strong and wise, She dances through currents, beneath the wide skies. A journey of miles, through coral and foam, In the heart of the sea, she finds her home. Graceful and patient,...

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Turtle Alpha and Omega were the last words my pet turtle spoke before he died. I never got around to naming him. ...

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Turtle by the Door The bears and wolves are few, one threadbare widow mourning, two grays as consumptive as smoke. The large dwindle, their bodies grow more awkward, more at odds. The heavier beast's sway like drunks in the scant woods. Under a pelting dark they come. Beneath a stabbing ice, one by one- the animals. I listen to their shuffling, the scrape of delving claws. They are scavenging, pulled...

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